Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
What if I strangled Addyson as soon as I saw her? I bet the Russian government and Kedrov would frown on that shit. If it didn’t involve leaving Micah and Ari, it might be worth the rest of my life in a Russian prison just so I could watch her suffer for her sins. Samantha told me that Maxim had never mentioned Addyson, but I guessed he was trying to not rub salt into a wound—at least not until he had what he wanted for us.
“Did you at least read the packet Ari and Eli made up about Montana’s disease?” Micah asked. When I shook my head, irritation flashed in his beautiful eyes. Damn, I still couldn’t believe he was mine.
“Why not?” he demanded. “Are you planning on walking in, guns blazing to make you look like a total jackass? Because if you are, I’m going to be right beside you, but I don’t think that’s the best idea. This is your son, Landon. You might not have had the opportunity to raise him or love him, but he’s still yours. Don’t blame him for the sins of others.”
Fuck, I was acting like a man no better than Micah’s own sorry excuse for a father. This was my child and regardless of what Maxim and Addyson had done to fuck things up, he was mine. My worries vanished. I’d love him no matter what—even if he didn’t love me.
“Tell me about the illness,” I said. Of course, I’d read all the information, but I still loved hearing Micah’s voice. It relaxed my soul. I’d lied earlier just to see the anger flash in his eyes—it made him so damn sexy.
He gripped my hand tighter and used the tip of a finger from his other hand to start drawing paths up and down my arm. “It’s called Thalassemia, also known as Cooley’s Anemia. It’s an inherited blood disorder, which must have come from your ex-wife’s side of the family because there’s not a history of it in yours. It causes the body to produce fewer healthy red blood cells and less hemoglobin, which leads to severe anemia. Arizona is good because it shows up in the early stages of childhood, but I’m one-hundred percent you have already read all of this…so you know he was checked, anyway.” He smirked at me before continuing, “Montana has spent his life treating the disorder by taking regular blood transfusions. Unfortunately, the last several attempts at transfusions have been unsuccessful because of something called alloimmunization—this happens because his body has suddenly determined that the transfusions are harmful, and it attacks the new blood. Without the transfusions, Montana’s only option is a blood marrow transplant…which is where Arizona comes into the picture.”
I leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “I’ve read this packet fifty times and done even more research of my own online. He’s had to spend the last month taking chemotherapy and maybe even radiation to prepare his body for the surgery. Be prepared for the fact that he might look incredibly weak. He may be smaller than Ari because it can affect the person’s rate of growth.” He looked up at me. “Just be prepared for any and everything. Got it?”
“Got it,” I answered. “Do you know how much I love you?”
He reached over and unbuckled my seatbelt and then his. With a wink, he stood up and tugged me to my feet. “Yes, I do but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to let you prove it to me. Let’s test this theory on whether we can both fit into the bathroom or not!”
As he talked, he pulled me down the narrow aisle. I heard Eli say, “You’ll fit. Ari and I did.”
I rolled my eyes, wondering why I hadn’t killed that man yet.
Oh…because both Ari and Micah loved him. Damn; it looked like he was going to be a permanent fixture in my life.
The End